Give me the keys.

But hold! Gabriel, Gabriel, you may yet misjudge him.

This woman--wife to the dead man--his wife! Horror! Have you no proofs of what you imply ?" "Proofs!" echoed Gabriel, in a tone of wonder; "I can but see and conjecture.

You are warned, watch and decide for yourself.

But again I say, come to England; I shall go!" Without reply, Lucretia took the keys from Gabriel's half-reluctant hand, and passed into her husband's writing-room.